The Grenada gazette. (Grenada, Miss.) 1885-18??, 1887-04-02

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who watched for her.
The father was already at home. a
Elsa and Fritz were clamoring for thei
supper.
The little DON was bright and clean
but very, very poor and bare. 1t wa
easy to see where Cecile had found he
tender eyes and gold-brown hair. Thu
little mother, still fair and delicate il
spite of care and poverty, embraced hel
little daughter tenderly, and said:
"Thou'rt late tonight, my kind
chen"
''fes. mutterchen; it is Easter Eve,
YOU know; and, oh! father dear! may
we rot 60 to the church together to-
morrow? to the beautiful church with
the tall spirc. you know, where they
have the lovely music:o 1t seemed almost
as if the angels were singing there al
Christmas time"
The father turned q kind but tired.
discouraged face upon his little girl.
1.-The fine church full of grand peo-
pie is not the place for such as we.
The angels sing for the rich. Cecile."
'Oh, father. I'm sure the angels
don't mind, if only we are clean and
neat, do they, mutterchen? And you
will take me, l know you will; and we
will sit in a corner where we will not
be seen. and the music will lift us up,
up. up toward Heaven!' Cecilc's
arms were around the fathers neck,
and her soft check lay against his
weather-beaten face.
Thou wilt go. JOHANN" said the
good wife; and he nodded his head
gravely.
''Yes. yes, the child must have her
will"
Then they all sat down to the plain
supper, and Cecile told of the wonder
full sunset glow, and the beautiful
Easter card she had seen. and talked
so long, and asked so many questions
about doves in general. and white
doves in particular, that her father said
at last:
''Why, child. thy head is turned by
the picture of the white dove! Thou
shouldst have Il real dove for thy very
own, if we had but Il little spot in the
green country where Icouidmakc thee
birl-house among the trees. and thou
shou!dst love and pet thy treasure to
thy hearts content
This opened the theme of the family
hope. To get into the country and
till Il little piece of ground was Jo-
hams earthly ambition. and to this
the pale mother looked forward as
eagerly as did the play-lovin- little
ones and the nature loving Cecilc.
For this all were toiling and saving:
but. alas' the little fund grew so slow
", for the winters supply of coal made
it impossible to save any thing during
that season, and meantime the little
grew more pale and pinched-
looking every day.
The suggestion of the bird-housc was
too beautiful to be readily given up,
and for a good hour the patient, hard
working father and mother We'd with
he children in %extravagant castle
building.
''But it will never be- said Johann
1t last. "The great city will swallow
Is up. and we shall toll on here all our
mo. no, father cried Cecilc, eager
y. ''Some day we shall spread our
wings and fly; the white dove tells me
,o.''
1.-THE white dove again!' said the
always the white dove. Go
o thy sleep, dear child, and be thy
as pure and white as thy gentle
Easter morning came. radiant with
he glory of early spring. Cicilc and
Ter father set out promptly, hat they
night find n dark corner in the grand
where they might not attract
attention. They had to wait a long
ime, but when the music began they
that they were well repaid. Little
had inherited her fathers love of
music, as well as his strong. rich voice.
md to-day, when the dear old Easter
'ymn pealed out:
Christ the Lord is risen to-day,
Now let men and angels say
he could not restrain the impulse to
Ing. Quitc unconscious she stood. a
little figure. singing out her
whole soul, as it seemed, with no
more thought of the curious eyes fixed
lpon her than n bird has. 1t was like
Heaven to the beauty-loving child, the
warm. sweet atmosphere of the flower
church, the heavenly music
hrillinT every nerve of her being. and